Baby potatoe needs papa potatoe

I help mama dropping the peeled potatoes in the pan. Plop! in the water!

I have a baby potatoe in my left hand. It is small. The large one in my right hand is thus a papa potatoe. 'baby potatoe, papa potatoe', I say.

These days all my babies are accompanied by papa's.

My papa flies home in four days, my mama told me. I think I understand what that means because I know planes.